It had all began on a nice and warm May 16th evening within the City of
Gotham, which was exactly when two of the city's masked protectors, the Caped
Crusader known as the Batman and his young partner, Robin the Boy Wonder had
allowed themselves to meet with their police contacts, Commissioner James
Gordon and Chief O'Hara to discuss the latest criminal plot that has been
hatched by the Feline Felon known as the Catwoman.

And of course, Comissioner Gordon's own daughter, Barbara Gordon was also in
the room and listening to each and every word that he, O'Hara and the Dynamic
Duo were saying... and I ought to know all about this because my name just
happens to be Barbara Gordon, the woman who was also known as the Daring
Daredoll herself, Batgirl.

Anyway, after they were finally done with comparing all of their notes and
just as my dad was about to ask the Darknight Detective what his plan would
be in capturing the Catwoman, the sudden ringing of the telephone bell has
caused my dad to pick-up the phone and say, "Hello. This is Commissioner
Gordon. Who is this?"

And from what I had seen on my own father's face, his eyes had grown as wide
as saucers, which has gotten me to figure that he had heard a certain female
voice on the other end of the phone conversation saying, "What's the matter,
Comissioner? Aren't you thrilled to hear my purrfect voice again?"

It was those words that had caused my father to switch on the phone speaker,
take a good deep breath and say to the speaker, "I was wondering when you
were about to make your presence known in Gotham City again!I have the Batman
right here in my office and if I'm not mistaken, he's still willing to find
and send you back to the very prison cell where you truly belong!"

And after a sound of devilish female laughter has been heard throughout the
entire room, the sinister Catwoman has said, "Well then, Comissioner! I do
insist that he does try to arrest me... for I shall be here and I will be
waiting!"

And then, after the criminal Catwoman has hung-up and they had recieved the
address from the phone-trace, my dad has turned towards O'Hara and the Caped
Crusaders and started trying to come up with a plan to use against the Feline
Felon herself.

But while they were doing so, I had allowed myself to sneak a peek at the
address of Catwoman's latest hideout and have it implanted in my own memory
just before I had given my dear, sweet father a 'goodbye' kiss on the cheek,
left his office and ran all the way back to my own apartment.

And after I had opened the secret closet in my bedroom and changed into my
Batgirl outfit, I had climbed aboard my Batcycle and rode it out of the
secret entrance of my personal base-of-operations and towards the Catwoman's
lair on the corner of 16th and Craig.

And then, as soon as I had arrived at the scene and parked my Batcycle in a
nearby alley in order to escape detection from the eyes of the Feline Felon's
henchmen, I was able to quietly climb up the fire escape, open an unlocked
window and stepped inside one of the rooms inside the place that was once an
old catfood cannery plant.

But as soon as I had gotten myself inside that room, I had suddenly gotten
the feeling that it was all too easy for me to slip into the building without
any problems, only to have me discover that those suspicions were right on
target, for when the lights had suddenly been turned on, I had noticed that
the Catwoman was standing right in front of me with a group of her loyal
henchmen surrounding the both of us.

And after she had noticed that I was all alone on this one, the Catwoman has
given me a good, hard stare, let out an evil laugh and said, "Well, Boys! It
looks like we had caught ourselves a little mouse instead of the big, bad
bat! So, my dear! Do you have anything to say?"

And then, after I had looked around and figured that the only way for me
to get out of that situation was to fight my way out, I had looked at that
devil-bitch in a pussycat costume straight in the eye and answered, "As a
matter of fact, I do have something to say. I just want to know how you
would like to get your ass kicked, you fucking piece-of-shit!"

And after I had slammed my fist right into her chin, I had turned around
and ran towards the henchmen who were charging towards me, but thanks to my
martial arts training, I was able to kick the living shit out of a few of
them.

But that was before one of them had sneaked up and grabbed me from behind and
placed a cholorform-dipped piece-of-cloth under my nose... and the fumes from
that cloth were so overwhelming that I've had no other choice, but to drop
down to the floor and become unconscious.

Now of course, I was truly unable to notice just how long I had been out-cold
and at the mercy of that catsuit-wearing bitch, but as soon as I had finally
opened my eyes and discovered that I had been tightly tied-down to a table in
the break room and that I only have my mask and wig on, I had tried to free
myself from my bondage without any success.

That was before I had heard the sound of a human female purring like she was
actually a cat, causing me to turn my head towards the source of that sound
and noticed that it was the sound of a devilishly-gleefull Catwoman, who has
moved herself closer to me, placed her hand on my stomach and said, "You
know, my dear. I really do wish that we could spend some time getting...
better acquainted with each other. But since I still have the world famous
Cat's Eye Diamond in my personal possession and I would really like to be
out of Gotham City before the Dynamic Duo show up, I'm afraid that there
wouldn't be any time for us to do so."

But then, after she had moved her hand up to my face and I had allowed one
of her fingers to be placed inside my mouth, the Feline Felon has removed her
mask, looked at me with a small smile on her face and said, "But then again,
when one encounters another of such fine and wonderous beauty, one would
indeed be willing to make the time."

And with that, she had taken her finger out of my mouth and gave me a deep
and passionate kiss on the lips just before she had removed my mask and
wig to expose my real face and said, "So, the Batgirl is really the police
commissioner's daughter, Barbara Gordon. I'm so purrfectly pleased. After
all, variety is indeed the spice of life. Don't you agree?"

Now I know that this might sound like something out of an episode of THE
TWILIGHT ZONE, but I had suddenly found myself nodding my head in response
to that question just before she had stripped off her entire costume and
started licking all over my bare-ass naked body -- all the way down to my
hot, wet pussy and carressing my firm breasts, causing me to take a deep
breath and say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Catwoman! Touch me!
Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

And then, after she had placed her nude body on top of mine, started pumping
two of her fingers in and out of my cunt and allowed me to start licking on
her hot, moist snatch, I had suddenly realized that what my own body was
forcing me to experience was something that I had never experienced with
another woman before, for I was experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and
enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after she has finally released me from my bondage and the both of
us had placed our selves on the break room floor, the Catwoman has placed
herself in front of me and started rubbing our pussies against each other
just before she had placed one of her hands on her own tits and the other
hand on my silky smooth naked thigh and yelled at the top of her lungs,
"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, BARBARA! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT
OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally defeated its last villian, the both of us had came and
collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's
embrace.

But then suddenly, the sound of several men beating the living shit out of
each other has caused me to wake-up from my own little nap, sneak quietly
over to the break room door and open it a tiny bit, which was just enough
for me to discover both Batman and Robin making short work of the Catwoman's
henchmen.

And then, at that moment, I had suddenly realized that if they were to come
barging into the break room and discover both me and Catwoman each without
a shred of clothing on, they might put two-and-two together about us, I had
quickly put my entire Batgirl outfit back on, placed the still-sleeping
Catwoman back inside her costume and tied her down to the same table that
she had me tied down on.

And I had done all of that just in the nick of time too, for as soon as the
Dynamic Duo had smashed their way into the room and noticed that Catwoman --
who had suddenly woken-up at that time -- was already caught, the Batman had
looked at me with a sense of pride on his face and said, "Good work, Batgirl.
You should be proud to be making the streets of Gotham City safe for decent
people again."

That was before a concerned Robin has turned his head towards his partner and
said, "Holy reminders, Batman! I just hope that Comissioner Gordon's daughter
hasn't been captured by her catsuit-wearing vultures! I mean, if she has been
harmed in any way...!"

But just as he was about to say another word, the enraged Catwoman has looked
at the Dynamic Duo, let out a cat-like hiss and growled, "I wish that I was
able to harm Gordon's brat in any way! But no thanks to Batgirl, I was unable
to do so!"

And after both he and Robin had let out a sigh of relief, Batman has looked
at Catwoman's face and said, "Well anyway, Catwoman. As long as Miss Gordon
is safe and we had found where you had hiden the Cat's Eye Diamond, we shall
go ahead and let Chief O'Hara and his men in and take you back to your prison
cell. Come along, Robin."

But after the Caped Crusader and the Boy Wonder had left the break room, poor
little confused me had turned my head towards Catwoman and I was about to ask
her why, only to have her give me a wink and say to me, "Let's look at it
this way, my dear, sweet Barbara. We'll always have Gotham City."

THE END!

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